1:33 a.m. Tuesday night;
playing on my cable T.V.
it’s like we were destined to be entwined,
Coleman and me,
so basically, nothing ever happened in-between –
no J.F.K. boning half of Jersey
to get his mind off Bays with Pigs in them,
no Flock of Seagulls or gas shortages
for Austin Powers to mull upon,
just Coleman Hawkins finding his way to me –
first fade to black,
I’ve grabbed my spacesuit and enthusiastically attach it,
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